Once or twice this side of life, we come across a beautiful scene, an unforgettable person, an unexplainable bliss filled moment, and/or the sinking into the life of another being’s sorrow in total empathy. Each are defining moments that we revisit when time slides into memories.
I searched for so many self-help methods, I remember being admonished for doing so. I don’t know if I was more surprised that it should have been a bad thing, or if I felt shyly embarrassed; in retrospect, maybe both. Ironically, the process served me well.
At a group therapy session, we were asked to close our eyes and visualize a place we would like to be in for a half an hour, preferably one that delighted us in some way. I still go there to fall asleep in prayer.
The pure white sand beach glistened even below the clear emerald and aquamarine water.
The see-through colors at the Araruama beach in Brazil was empty except for tall bales of wind swept salt foams.
I ran through them and heard their soft cracking like chimes and felt enveloped as if inside a translucent bubble.
I ran into the water and floated so easily as the salt held me up me like a feather.
With eyes open below the water, I found a few treasured shells, and I still have them.
Somewhere behind me stood my parents and Godparents. Keep Reading
Once upon a time someone for as long as it was possible became a friend, and blessed are they because friendships remain. The token of words exchanged between two hearts stay true. The heartfelt bond cannot be broken even by misunderstandings, disagreements, or separation. In fact, the precious moments too dear to relive have indeed a garden in the hearts that cherished them. Love never ends, and there is love in friendships.
Humans learn and teach from one another from the moment of conception. Friends recognize one another instantly or over time; they become a wholesome part of one’s character’s. Perhaps the saddest separation of friends is not in miles, but in the departing from this life. The finality keeps a candle burning. Friendships are the lights that light our way, and we always look to feel their care. Even after having lost touch, the heart that cherished the friendship, honors the love.
It is in time “understanding recovers” any friendship lost in quarrels or disagreements. No one really knows all that transpires unless the conversations continue. It is a luxury known to all who invest in keeping in touch because the heart strings just will not let go either way.
Understanding recovers our memory because in time we perceive the past differently. Perceptions change as experiences gather in the room of considerations. There are memories that are understood with the passing of time…
” Memory changes the color of memories.” _Jacques Bainville
This is Friendship Week and dearest Linda Patton from Meadville, Pennsylvania, sent a garden of flowers with quotes honoring all friendships. I have a box of letters from her as she sent them through thirty-eight years, and the photos show how the children have grown , how new members have joined her circle, and I know I could call her today. I lived through her teaching years, retirement, care of parents, and the quirks of her dear husband, Denny. His devotion to volleyball and coaching after teaching Geometry as we car pooled together hold memories equal to Linda’s attention to detail at home, in the kitchen, for family, and her notes. I often only longed to be nearer. I was strengthened just by seeing her handwriting. When I painted the gate in the garden, know I remembered all whom I have met.
I miss friends who gladdened me with kindnesses I keep tucked in my heart, and most of all, the ones who shared significant moments in time. I thank God for each and all. Their seeds still blossom “in the garden of my heart “.
” We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at least a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at least one which makes the heart run over. ” __Samuel Johnson